So you have probably realised by now I'm not writing a fluffy love story. This is about finding love in a world that's gone to shit. This story is full of grit, grime and gloom. You have been warned.
*Warning* contains sexually explicit content and drug references. *Trigger Warning* for depictions of rape and other nastiness.
The Walking Deth - Part II
Only Way Onward - Chapter XI
Firsts
Rick had wanted to stay on route eighty five and head on into Charlotte, but as we got closer the road started to resemble a parking lot with abandoned cars all packed together, and the dead stumbling through them. There came a point where we could no longer weave through with the minivan without stripping shreds of the sides, or risking a walker through the windshield. So Rick pulled the car up beside Abraham and they decided they were going to go back to the nearest turn off and try another route.
After we made the turn off we drove for another hour before Rick tapped on the fuel gauge and decided we needed to stop and fill the car up with the gas we had stored in the cans in the back.
He honked the horn at Abraham who slowed to a stop ahead of us and then he got out the car and went to the back. Daryl jumped out of the car to help him. He had been fidgeting the whole trip, and grumbling about not being able to smoke in the car. The moment he had a foot out the door he had a cigarette lit and dangling from his lips. I rolled my eyes at him and decided to get out and take a real bathroom break this time. When I was done I took Judith off Michonne so she could do the same, and then went over to speak to Rick and Daryl.
I had to order Daryl away from Judith while he smoked the second cigarette in ten minutes. I gave him my best disapproving glare but he just grinned at me with the cigarette between his lips. They were talking about it getting dark soon and discussing if they were going to drive through the night or if they were going to stop and make camp somewhere. Daryl offered to drive the rest of the way so that Rick could get some rest, but before Rick could hand him the keys, Abraham came racing forward with an excited look on his face.
Abraham pointed off down the road and we all looked to see what it was that had got him all worked up. Now that the light was getting low we could make out what looked like a lit up sign off in the distance.
"What is it?" I asked.
"A gas station I would bet." Abraham said with a grin.
"With power?" Rick asked raising a curious eyebrow.
"Must be on solar or a generator or somethin'." Reasoned Abraham.
"Could be people there." Daryl said cautiously.
"Could be, but there could also be gas. If we have to keep taking back roads, we may run out before Washington." Abraham pointed out.
Rick rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Okay we'll take one car up and check it out, if it's safe we'll come back for the others."
Abraham's car was the one that went ahead seeing as our car had Judith and Carl in it. Abraham ordered Eugene out and Rick took his place. They came back a few moments later declaring that not only was it empty ─other than a few walkers roaming around─ but it was also more than just a gas station.
We all got back in the cars and drove up to what looked like a motel. There was a long two story building with a white staircase climbing up to the second floor, a gas station and another building next door to the gas station that looked like a garage. The rooves of all the buildings were covered in solar panels so we figured the place had made use of green energy, since it was out in the middle of nowhere and all. Abraham declared that we would stay here the night and get some rest before making the remainder of the trip to Washington tomorrow. While everyone got out of the cars and collected their gear, Rick and Abraham rushed to the pumps with the gas cans to see if there was any gas left.
Daryl pulled out his bow ready to clear away some of the walkers that were lurking around the buildings and he handed me the crossbow.
"Get some more practice in." He suggested.
The bow hadn't been loaded yet, so I put my foot in the stirrup and drew back on the string. It was harder to load than I remembered. I had spent so much time at Terminus doing nothing much but cook, wash up and take care of Judith that my arms had gone soft again. After some struggling and straining I managed to get it latched. I put an arrow in the slot and aimed and fired into the nearest walker hitting it in the throat.
"Fuck." I spat. Daryl raised an eyebrow at my cussing and I smiled sweetly back at him.
"Take another shot." Daryl said nodding to the bow.
So I loaded the bow up again, still struggling and straining. It seemed it hurt my muscles even more the second time around. I had never had to load the bow twice in a row before.
"Gonna have guns like yours if I keep this up." I told Daryl between grunts. He grunted in reply.
Once I finally had it latched I examined my throbbing hands, to see red grazes all over my fingers from where the string had pulled against my skin.
"Gonna have hands like yours too." I said with a chuckle while holding out my hands for him to inspect. He looked at them and then groaned thoughtfully.
I took another shot at the walker and got him in the head. We had gained the attention of more walkers now so Daryl picked up his bow and shot five of them down before I had even managed to latch the crossbow again.
I took a shot at another getting him in the eye and then tried to string the bow again while grimacing at the pain in my hands.
Daryl stood behind me and took over latching the bow easily pulling on the string as if he was tying his shoe laces. When it was done he took the bow off me and used it himself to take out two more walkers. He handed the bow back to me with a stern look on his face, and I wondered if I had done something to upset him.
A group of us approached the motel while Rick and Abraham drove the cars up and reversed them into the bays so we could make a quick getaway if needed.
The motel looked as if people had tried to survive there after the turn, as there was a roll of chain link fence attached to the bottom of both staircases. Rick had grabbed some keys from inside the gas station and he took a group with him upstairs to open up the rooms and see if any dead were inside.
Daryl was walking along the bottom floor looking in the windows and banging on the doors to see if anything moved but they seemed to be empty. We heard some snarls from above us, but the others were able to take the walkers out with ease. When they had cleared out all the rooms they threw the corpses over the upstairs railing and let them splatter on the ground below.
"No fucking way." I heard Daryl exclaim from the other end of the motel walkway. I walked over to where he was standing to see what had got him so excited.
There lying on the ground on its side was a motorcycle. It looked like a Harley Davidsons judging by the badge, but I didn't know what type it was.
"Fat Boy." Daryl called it.
I walked over to the motorcycle and saw that there was a female walker pinned underneath it. She had long ginger hair that was crusted with mud and dirt and she was wearing a dirty leather vest that looked weather worn, but still in good condition. She snarled and stretched out her hands weakly as we got closer to her. Daryl walked up to her, avoiding her grasping fingers, and slammed his knife down into her head, silencing her for good.
Daryl stepped beside the corpse and stooped down pushing his back into the seat. He put one hand under the seat of the bike and the other near the tank and started pushing backwards levering the bike upwards. Glenn saw him struggling and came over to help him, but by the time he got there Daryl had it up and the stand kicked into place. He started looking over the motorcycle rubbing over it like it was some holy shrine. Daryl's bike had been destroyed back in the attack on the prison when daddy died. It was one of the only things Daryl spoke to me about those first few days after we got out together, how much he wished he could have rode out on that bike.
I looked down on the still body of the female walker. Her hair was fanned out over the bitumen and her dead eyes were gazing up into the evening sky. One of her legs was covered in black blood and her thigh bone was splintering through pieces of torn muscle.
"Did the bike squash her?" I asked.
"Prob'ly, The bike's 'bout 700 pounds." Daryl replied without taking his eyes off the bike.
"That seems like a big bike for a girl that size." I motioned to the slight frame of the walker. She was almost skeletal now, but she would have been small before.
"Looks like she was ridin' bitch, she weren't alone."
"Someone left her here?"
Daryl grunted. "Looks like it."
"Do you think it was her boyfriend?"
Daryl glanced down at the walker.
"Maybe." He said with a shrug.
Whoever it was they must have known her. I was astonished that she could just be left here like that, pinned under the motorcycle and no one would help her, not even someone who was supposed to care about her.
"How could you just leave someone like that?"
Daryl shrugged his shoulders in reply. He knelt down by the bike and started talking in some foreign language with Glenn, about the motorcycle and what it needed to work again. The only words I understood were 'water damage' 'electrics' 'transmission' and 'bearings'. Daryl said he could fix it if the parts were in the garage, but he wasn't confident to fix the electrics. Glenn said he knew a bit about electronics before the turn, and he would try to help him fix it the next day. Daryl beamed up at him like a child presented with his birthday cake.
"Are you gonna take it?" I asked.
"Yeah, if I can get her workin'."
"Shouldn't we stay together?"
He glanced over his shoulder at me.
"We will. I can ride ahead scope things out, weave through traffic if we need. I can use it to draw attention from the walkers if there's too many. It uses shit all gas so won't be any drain on our supplies."
"Can I ride too?" I had never ridden on a motorcycle before and I didn't want Daryl out there alone drawing walkers away.
"Sure you can." He replied with a deep nod of his head.
"You won't leave me behind if it falls on me?"
He looked up at me with a squint in his eye like he was thinking about it. I crossed my arms in mock annoyance.
"I won't leave you behind." He chuckled to himself and then went back to talking about the bike with Glenn.
While they were talking their nonsense I had managed to drag the leather vest off the walker and try it on. It was a nice vest, tailored perfectly to my figure and similar to Daryl's except where his had wings there were two eagles soaring into each other.
"Imma mothafuckin' badass." I drawled in my best Daryl Dixon voice. Daryl turned to me looked me over and then stepped to me and started pulling the vest of my shoulder.
"What are you doin'?" I slipped away from his grip.
"Take it off." He demanded pointing a finger at the vest.
"It's not that dirty, and it don't smell that bad." I said giving the jacket a sniff. It did smell a bit, but it just needed some airing. "I'll be badass like you." I said grinning up at him.
He made a grab for the front of the vest and pulled me in close to him and started talking low so no one else could hear.
"I don't want you bein' like me." He murmured.
The smile fell from my face as I looked up into his stern blue eyes.
"I'm forever fuckin' grateful that you saved my ass, and I'm real proud you learnt how to use my bow. But I don't want you havin' rough hands, and I don't want you havin' big guns. I don't want you cussin' all the time, and I don't want you bein' badass. I like you being small and soft, and good, and I like bein' the one protectin' you."
"Oh." Was all I could manage to reply.
"The reason I like ya so much is 'cause you're not like me." He added, before forcing his lips in to an awkward smile.
I returned the smile, knowing that he meant well, and then slipped the vest off and let it fall to the ground.
We all took a room on the top level and the chain link fence was rolled back over the entrance to the stairs. Tara, Rosita, Sasha and Bob offered to take the watch for the night as they had all slept in the car on the way here.
By the time we got in the room it was dark. I knew that place was supposed to have power, but I took the candles out of my bag anyway, candles are more romantic. I placed them around the room, while Daryl went around and lit them with his lighter. When he was done he pulled out another cigarette and place it between his lips and went to light it.
"Uh uh." I said pulling it from his lips and throwing it to the small table by the entrance to the room. He rolled his eyes at me and then picked it up and put it back in his pocket.
"I gotta take a piss." Daryl told me, oh so eloquently.
I giggled at him, and he smiled back at me before heading into the bathroom, and taking a candle in there with him. I wondered if he was going in there to smoke, and decided I was too tired to argue with him if he was. I dropped my bag on to the floor, toed out of my boots letting the switchblade Daryl had given me slip back inside it, and strolled over to the sleeping area that was in the back of the motel room. I threw myself back on the bed and waved away some of the dust that puffed out of the sheets. The dust didn't bother me at all. The sheets were all tucked in to the bed, so either this bed hadn't been slept in since before the turn, or the people who stayed here last were particular about making beds.
I heard the sound of the toilet flush and heard Daryl whistle to himself. Then I heard the sound of water pattering rapidly. So I jumped off the bed and walked in to the bathroom to see if it was what I thought it was.
The sight before me filled me with joy. Daryl was dressed only in his jeans and the muscles on his arms and back were flexing as he leaned into the shower. But that wasn't the best part. There was a stream of water coming from the shower head, and splashing all over Daryl's bare feet.
"This place has its own water supply too." Daryl beamed, looking at me under the arm he was using to support himself on the wall.
I felt a little shudder of pleasure run up my body as I thought of having a shower again. The water would probably be freezing, but I didn't care, I hadn't had a shower since back at the prison.
Then I saw Daryl's face fall slack. He tipped his head up to the ceiling and rolled his eyes back into his head like he was in ecstasy. I could now see that steam was billowing up from the floor of the shower.
I let out an astonished gasp. "Hot water?"
"Fucking yes." Daryl said enthusiastically.
He pulled his hand from the wall and dropped his jeans in one quick motion and kicked them off to the corner of the bathroom. He jumped in the shower and let out an orgasmic moan as the water run down over his long hair and streamed out over his broad shoulders and strong arms.
I felt myself quiver a bit between the legs at the sight.
Daryl wiped the water from his eyes with his thumb and forefinger and then looked up at me. Gosh darn he looked so sexy with his wet hair all pushed away from his face like that.
"You should hop in. Don't know how long this water's gonna last."
Hot shower with Daryl? Yes please!
I ripped off my sweater and tee together excitedly and threw them to the floor, then I unclasped my bra and flung that on top of my clothes, I undid my belt and pulled my jeans down. Then I tucked my thumbs into my underwear and stopped, suddenly remembering it was the wrong time to be getting naked with Daryl.
He watched me while I stood there with my thumbs in my underwear pouting.
"You gettin' in or what?" He said leaning his head out of the water and allowing the water to run over his shoulders and down his chest.
"I can't."
"Why the hell not?"
"You know." I said with a shrug, hoping I wasn't going to have to explain in detail.
He glanced at my underwear and then back at my face and he grinned widely.
"After all the shit I've seen you think I care 'bout a bit of lady blood? Get your ass in 'ere Greene." He chuckled to himself and then turned around so his scarred and tattooed back was to me, glistening wet in the candle light.
I hesitated for a moment wondering how awkward it would be to shower with Daryl like this. It kind of seemed like a sacred thing that women kept to themselves, but the thought of having a hot shower was so tempting, and there may not be enough hot water if I had one after Daryl. I shrugged my shoulders and dropped my underpants and kicked them behind me and figured if it didn't bother Daryl then it didn't bother me either.
I jumped into the shower behind him and shuddered as the hot water pelted down on my skin, massaging my aching muscles. Working the crossbow wasn't only murder on the fingers and the arms; it was also killing the bundle of muscles that ran from my neck to my shoulder.
Daryl turned around when I was in the water and examined my nakedness with a smirk on his face. He reached behind my head and pulled out the tie that was holding my ponytail and then tossed it out of the shower.
"You look mighty fine when you're all wet." He pulled his lip into his mouth and bit on it while he inspected me. "And when you're all wet." He repeated raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"Stop it." I said slapping him playfully and thinking about how amazing he looked all wet too.
There were small bottles of soap and shampoo in the shower shelf. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed it into my hand, and rubbed it through my scalp. I closed my eyes while I massaged it in, and let out a long, tension releasing groan. I opened my eyes to see Daryl watching me through slightly squinted sultry eyes, and I felt another throb of desire pulsate through me.
"You look like you haven't washed your hair in like, three years." I said nodding towards his hair, looking for a distraction from my urges.
"Nah uh, I washed it last year." He said with a sideways grin.
"Lemme wash it." I started tugging and pushing on his shoulders trying to turn him around.
"It goes all fluffy when I wash it." He said fighting me off.
"C'mon, I like your smell and all but I think things are actually livin' in there." I flicked at his long wet locks.
"You ain't gonna deprive the possums of their home are ya?"
I pushed him around again and this time he didn't resist.
"You don't really care none for animals at all do you?" He joked, as I rubbed the shampoo into his scalp.
"Only the ones with cute tushes."
I watched as the soap suds slipped down his muscular scarred back, between his cute back dimples and then between the cheeks of his firm backside. I felt another throb between my legs and struggled with myself to push the desire from my mind.
I rubbed the soap into his shoulders, smoothing it down over his neck to the top of his bicep feeling the muscles slip under my fingers. I pushed and kneaded and he let out a soft groan of delight. Then I rubbed down his back, pressing my fingers over the scars that crisscrossed there. He gasped and tensed up a little when I did that.
"Thought it didn't hurt no more?" I murmured into his ear.
"It don't. Just not used to bein' touched there is all." He said in a strained voice.
I stepped back and rubbed the soap on to his back dimples and then cupped my hands over his backside and gave them a squeeze. He turned suddenly so the back of my fingers were resting against his engorged penis.
"You gonna wash the front too?" He asked slyly.
I pulled my hands away and rubbed the soap over his chest and smirked at his disappointed look. I ran my hands up over his neck, to his jaw and then behind his ears, and finally through his hair to rinse out the soap.
While my fingers ran through his long hair, He took his arms behind me and squeezed the bottle of body wash in to his hands. He rubbed up over my back, then to my backside and then reached down and brushed between my thighs.
"Don't." I said, flinching away.
"Told ya, it don't bother me."
He slipped his soapy hands over my hip, then up my abdomen. He slid his palms up my chest and then pushed up the bottom of my breasts using the index finger in each hand. When he reached my nipples he closed his thumb over them and gave them a little tweak. I let out a sharp gasp and then shook my head in an effort to shift the thoughts away.
"It don't seem right." I shuddered slightly as he massage around my nipples.
"What ain't right about it?" He said while pushing me back against the cold tiles. He braced his hands against the wall beside my head and my eyes locked on to his arms as they flexed beside my face. He leaned forward and slipped his tongue gently into my mouth and then flicked it up so it curled against the underside of my top lip.
A shudder ran through my body, and I clenched my legs together trying to squeeze away the tension that was building there.
"Ever had sex in the shower?" He murmured against my lips.
"That's a silly question. You've been there every time I've had sex." I murmured back.
He moved his mouth to my ear and bit lightly on my ear lobe, and then started kissing behind my ear breathing heavily and making my hairs stand on end.
"Neither have I." He murmured into my ear, while pressing his warm, soapy, wet body against mine and letting me feel his hard penis push against my abdomen.
"Oh yeah?" I whimpered.
The candlelight was catching in the water that was rippling over his shoulders, down his back and over his backside, accentuating every muscle. It made him look like a golden statue of a Greek god.
"First time for everythin'." He murmured before dipping his head and licking up the soapy water that ran from my ear to the base of my neck.
My legs started to tremble and the throb between my legs turned into a desperate, longing ache.
"I…I can't."
Shut up Beth.
"Sure you can." He ran his hand firmly down my back over my backside, and down to my thighs. Then bending his knees slightly he pulled my thigh towards him so that my leg wrapped around him, with my thigh resting on his. Most of my weight was being held by him, but I stood on my tip toes to balance the other leg.
"Oh God!" I called out, feeling his shaft pressing between my lips, and rubbing against my most sensitive spot. My head was spinning and my legs were trembling, and my toes on the tiles were starting to slip. I put my hands to his shoulders to steady myself.
"The names Daryl." He murmured while he took himself in one hand and pulled his hips back until I could fill the end of him pressing against me. Then he drove into me forcing me back against the wall.
I immediately let out a moan and arched my back and dug my nails into his shoulders as my muscles started contorting in waves around the length of him.
"Already?" He had a satisfied grin on his face.
"Oh my God, just fuck me!" I said wrapping my arms around his shoulders and lifting my other leg and wrapping it tightly around his waist.
"I told ya, I didn't like you swearin'." He pulled out of me a couple of inches, using his hands to tip my hips back, and then gave me a hard thrust that knocked my head back against the wall, and sent another jolt of pleasure through my body.
"And I told ya, the name's Daryl." He thrust into me again, punishing me in the most delicious way possible.
"Oh fff." I blew between teeth and lip, trying to control my outburst.
"That's a good girl, now you just gotta say my name." He gave me another single thrust watching my face intensely.
"Daryl." I called between gasps.
"Say it again." He pounded into me again, pushing against my tingling bunch of nerve endings, and reaching deep inside to a place only he knew.
"Daryl!" I cried while throwing my head back, and ignoring the pain when it hit the tile again.
He put his mouth to my exposed throat and started biting, kissing, licking and sucking while I continued to moan. He held me firmly on the backside with his strong hands and used them to help draw in and out of me, while my back and shoulders were pressed against the wall, and my shaky arms rested on his shoulders.
I put one of my hands behind his head and put the other one in between his shoulder blades and gripped on to him as tightly as I could pressing my breasts into his chest. I put my mouth to his shoulder and squealed into the wet flexing muscles.
I moaned his name over and over again, while he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside of me bursting the bubbles of pleasure that were brewing there.
He pounded into me for what felt like an eternity, while I shuddered and writhed and convulsed and clenched, until I felt like the only part on my body that existed was the part he was slamming himself into.
A toe curling orgasm took hold of me and I bit into his shoulder in an effort to control my cries, while I convulsed around him. He gave me one hard, deep thrust and I could feel him throbbing inside me, meeting my convulsions. He threw his head back, squeezed his eyes shut, and groaned while he made a series of slow and shallow thrusts until he was just moving his hips around ever so gently against me.
When he had finished groaning and panting and cussing under his breath, he opened his steely blue eyes and gazed into my own, then gave a weary chuckle.
"Did you just finish?" I breathed.
"uh huh."
"Inside me?"
"Yeah, that's okay now ain't it?"
I tried to think back to sophomore human biology. I didn't remember if we had ever discussed it.
"I don't know that it is."
Daryl stopped with his gentle hip movements and slowly put my legs back down and pulled himself out of me. He dropped his eyes down avoiding my uncertain gaze while he washed himself clean.
"Don't know?" He glanced back up at me.
I shook my head completely uncertain about the safety of the sex we just had and then shuddered as I came to realise the water had gone cold.
After our invigorating shower I stayed in the bathroom, wearing just my underwear and wrapped up in a towel and looked into the foggy mirror. I ran my fingers through my tangled, freshly washed hair and took in my flushed appearance. I wondered how much of our shower could have been heard by the neighbour, as the bathroom did seem to echo a bit. I discovered just how much when I heard a male and female voice giggling together. I tried to think who had taken the room next to ours. It might have been Jane and Jason, or maybe even Michonne and Rick. I wondered if they were laughing at what they had heard moments ago, or if they were finding amusement in something else.
When I got out of the bathroom I found Daryl lying naked on the bed looking very pleased with himself. I dropped the towel and crawled into the bed and curled up beside him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer to him.
"What are you so happy about?" I asked.
"Look what I found." He leaned to the side of the bed and pulled out a plastic zip lock bag from the side table draw. He held the bag in front of my face. I could see two rolled cigarettes inside.
"Cigarettes?" I asked with a raised brow, confused as to why he would be so excited about two measly cigarettes.
He started laughing at me.
"You can't be that innocent Greene!" He popped the bag open and then held it under my nose.
"Smell."
I took the bag and smelt the contents and my nose was filled with a stale musty odour. It smelt nothing like tobacco.
"What are they?" I asked, holding my nose.
"Blunts." He said plainly. That didn't make any sense they looked twisted to a point to me.
"Aunt Mary." He was looking at me like I was a fool. I shrugged my shoulders not knowing what his aunt had to do with it.
"Chronic, weed, cannabis, mah-ree-waana."
"Drugs!" I exclaimed dropping the bag like it was poison.
"It's not drugs Greene." He said snatching the bag back up and pulling one of the thingies out.
"It is so Daryl, I learnt about it in high school."
"It's natural, it grows from mother Earth." He put one in his mouth and then reached for the lighter.
"What are you doing." I said knocking his hand away.
"We're gonna share one." He mumbled while holding it out of the corner of his mouth.
I shook my head. "No we are not, I'm not gonna fry my brain."
He pulled it out of his mouth and started chuckling loudly at me with his broad shoulders shaking.
"Good one Greene." He said between chuckles. "You been listenin' to too much government shit."
"I have not. I read about it. I know it can make you paranoid and lazy and hungry…and…it makes you laugh at stupid things."
"I smoked it for years, and I ain't laughing at anythin' stupid."
He put it back in his mouth and started flicking at his lighter trying to light it. I snatched the thingy out of his mouth.
"I thought you didn't want me to be like you." I reminded him.
He pushed his brows together in a frown.
"C'mon girl, you don't wanna get high for the first time with me?"
"I'll share a lot of firsts with you, but not that." I said firmly.
He let out a long sigh and then snatched it out of my hand and threw it over his shoulder so it landed on the ground beside the bed. Then he tossed the bag on the floor to meet it.
"Whatever you say ma'am." He crowed.
I smiled at him and then tucked myself in to him resting my head on his shoulder, and he pulled the blankets over the both of us and blew the candle on the side table out.
The room was momentarily black until my eyes adjusted to the light.
"What was your first time like?" I whispered into the darkness.
"Smoking weed?"
"No, having sex."
"It was shit." He said stroking his hand along my back.
I waited for him to expand, but Daryl was known to be a man of few words, and he would need encouragement.
"Why?" I prompted.
"I was bent. I was fourteen and she was...I dunno…in her twenties? She was one of Merle's friends. Think she only did it 'cause she thought Merle would give her some crystal."
I had heard of crystal before, and knew it was a drug, but I wasn't entirely sure what kind of drug.
"What was her name?"
"Fucked if I know."
"So you never saw her again?"
"I saw her at parties and shit, but I never fucked her again if that's what you're askin'."
I pouted into the darkness wondering what it would be like to share something so special with someone and then never be with them again.
"How about your first love?"
I felt his body tense beside me. I waited for him to reply and when he didn't I poked him in his chest and mumbled "hmmm?"
"I ain't ever loved no one…before."
I thought back to the time we spent in the pecan grove and how he had told me he didn't know how to make love. I had thought what he was trying to say was that he didn't know how to love. I wondered if he knew a little more about it now. I wanted to ask him what he meant by 'before'. I wanted to know if he meant he had never loved anyone before me, but I was a little scared that wasn't what he meant at all. So I just kept silent and stroked along his chest until we were both asleep.
I woke up to the smell of Daryl's freshly washed ─ and ridiculously fluffy ─ hair spread across my face. We had shifted in the night and I was now lying curled into his back with my arm draped over his shoulder and my leg wrapped around his waist.
I snuggled into the warmth of him and thought about how much I would love to lie in bed with him all day, rather than make the trip the rest of the way to DC. I nuzzled my nose into his neck and ran my hand down across his firm chest and belly, feeling the contours of his body. As I reached downward my hand brushed against something hard and smooth. I wrapped my hand around it, realising what it was and wondering what dreams he was having to make it so hard. I gave a little squeeze and he shifted a bit in the bed.
I began running my hand up and down the shaft gently at first and then firmer. He let out a groan in response.
"Why are you so hard?" I whispered into his ear.
"I always am in the mornin'." He mumbled in reply.
I continued with the long firm strokes, gripping him at the base and pulling firmly until I reached the tip and then starting all over again.
"So you weren't dreamin' of me?" I whispered again. His shoulders shuddered a little as my lips brushed his ear.
"I mighta been." He admitted.
"What were you dreamin' of?" I asked, leaning over a little so I could see his face.
"Somethin' we have to go back in the shower to do." He said turning into me and lying on his back. I gave him another firm squeeze and drew my hand up until I had let him go and he flicked back on to his abdomen. He let out grunt in response.
"Maybe not." I said with a raise of my eyebrows.
I crawled on top of him and kissed him gently on the lips then I let my tongue slip into his mouth and flicked it against his top lip like he had done to me last night.
"Yeah?" He murmured against my lips.
I kissed the hair on his chin, then under his chin where the hair disappeared, then along his throat and then his collarbone.
I looked up at him to see if he had any idea where I was going. And he looked down on me with a raised brow like he had no clue.
I grinned to myself and then kissed his chest. I ran my tongue through the fine hairs that grew there and spiralled it around his nipple, and then ran my tongue back over his chest and did the same to the other nipple. He let out a little sigh as my tongue touched each one. I moved downwards, kissing him on his ribs, then on his naval, and then on his hips, where he flinched a little laughed.
"Where are you goin? Greene." He asked me while propping himself on his elbows.
"Somewhere I've never been before." I replied, while looking up at him and trying to look as sultry as possible.
"Are you sure you wanna do…ahh." He let out a groan as I wrapped my hand around him and put my mouth straight over the end of his penis.
I really didn't know what I was doing. My girlfriends in school had done this to their boyfriends before, but we never really spoke about it, they never gave me any tips. All I knew was that you put it in your mouth and suck it. So I sucked on it a little and enjoyed him sighing and groaning and twisting his hands in the sheets. Then I moved my lips down trying to take as much of him in my mouth as I could.
His penis hit me in the wrong spot and I spat it out gagging and choking.
"Slow down, girl." He said with a chuckle.
"I don't really know what I'm doing." I said while I wrapped my hand back around him and examined it, planning out my attack.
"You gotta treat it like a lolly pop, and then you treat it like its….oh holy fuck… yep just like that."
He threw his head back on the bed and grunted and groaned as I licked it like a lollipop and then rolled my tongue around the base of his head like I was slurping up drips from an ice-cream. He looked back down over his heaving chest and I looked up at him through lowered lids. While he was still in my mouth I asked him "How does that feel?" But it came out "heh ahh ah uh."
Then he tried to say something to me, but I couldn't make it out among his grunts and groans.
Big, strong, brave Daryl Dixon was powerless and completely under my control.
I put my hand to the base of his penis and wrapped it firmly around and then I moved the hand up and down while I moved my mouth in the same way.
Daryl let out a long groan before he was interrupted by a loud bang on the window. I jumped away from Daryl, falling off the side of the bed and landing with a thump on the floor.
"You comin'?" Called Glenn from outside.
"No I'm fuckin' not." Daryl yelled towards the door. "Thanks to you." He said under his breath.
I could hear Glenn chuckling outside the window. "C'mon man, you want to get that bike running before we leave, right?"
I had crawled to my knees and was now resting my chin on the bed watching Daryl as he grunted and cussed while he rolled off the bed and went searching for his clothes. When he sat back on the bed to pull on his boots I climbed on behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.
He turned and kissed me on the cheek.
"We'll finish that later." He said with a grin on his face.
While Glenn and Daryl were fixing the bike I decided to enjoy the last hot shower I was likely to have for a long time. When I got out I dried myself and got dressed in my jeans, tee and sweater and then tied my hair in a ponytail.
I pulled back the blinds on both the windows to allow some natural light into the room and then I slid open the glass paned window above the bed to try to get some of the stale smell out. I admired the view out the window of the dense green woodland and took note of the metal grated fire escape running alongside the rear of the motel.
I left the room and padded across the icy cold concrete searching for Rick to see if he needed help with Judith. I found him in the room next door to mine and he handed her over gratefully to me. He told me that he and Abraham had some things to organise before they left and they wanted to give Daryl some time to fix the bike.
"He deserves it." Rick said.
"He does." I agreed.
That was when we heard the familiar and terrifying sound of rapid firing gun shots. Rick pushed past me and ran outside and leaned over the railing. I followed him out and saw that there were three cars parked down near the garage and there were men firing towards it. I panicked as I thought of Daryl being down in there working on the bike and scanned the buildings below to see if I could spot him. I saw him racing from one of the mini vans to the back of the Garage with a rifle in his hand.
"Get Judith inside." Rick called up to me, he had made his way downstairs while I was looking for Daryl. I nodded my head and then took Judith back in to my room. I grabbed my bag and raced over to the bed with Judith on my hip and started packing it up. Then I heard a familiar voice call from the open doorway that sent a shiver up my spine.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the one who got away." Came the sickeningly smooth voice of Anton.
I screamed for help as soon as I saw him, but there was so much gun fire down stairs there was no way anyone could hear me. My bow was by the side of the door along with Daryl's bow, my boots and my switch blade and Anton was blocking the path. I searched around the room frantically for anything I could use as a weapon.
I grabbed the heavy candle and ditched it at his head, but he dodged away from it and reached towards me. Anton wrenched Judith free from my arms and tossed her on to the couch. I watched in horror as she landed hard on the cushion, but was momentarily relieved when I saw her pull herself up and start crying, shocked but seemingly unhurt.
I turned away from Anton and leapt up on to the bed and dove straight for the screen window above the bed. I landed hard up against the mesh, but it gave and let me topple out the window and on to the grated walkway below. My shoulder was aching from the rough land, but I pushed pain from my mind and pulled myself to my feet and ran straight for the ladder. I climbed on to the ladder and half slid, half fell down to the gravelled ground below.
Anton had climbed out the window after me. He raced down the walkway and then slid down the ladder more skilfully than I did. I screamed for help again as I backed down the slope behind the motel towards the woods, but the gunfire continued and my voice was drowned out.
From out of nowhere a bundle of white fur dove in towards Anton with teeth bared and directed towards his throat. Anton dodged backwards and swung a fist outwards into Mix's skull and I heard a sickening crunch. I watched as Mix's limp body fell to the ground. I let out a whimper at the sight of my still, faithful companion, before turning and racing into the thicket of trees.
I kept running blindly with tears stinging my eyes, and stones tearing at my feet. Branches leapt out at me from every which way and clawed at my skin and clothes, and my lungs burned with exhaustion. I wished I had of put my boots on this morning. I wish I had the switch blade Daryl gave me or the little hunting knife I had lost long ago. Even that stupid little steak knife I had carried around in my boot for so long would be welcome at this point. I wished I had of killed Anton when I had the chance.
My shaking legs gave way as my barefoot landed on a broken branch and sent a wave of pain through me. I stifled my groan and then rolled into a nearby bush trying to hide from Anton.
"We playin' hide and seek now?" Anton called as he searched in the bushes around me.
"My niece liked to play hide and seek. She played it with me the day she died. She wasn't very good at it."
Anton chuckled to himself and my skin crawled as I thought about how his niece had died.
My foot was throbbing from where the branch had pierced through the skin, and the pain gave me an idea. I searched around under the bush for a stick that I might be able to use to defend myself. The first one I found was still green and refused to break, but the second one snapped into a sharp point. Anton turned as the sound of the snap revealed my position, and he lunged towards me. I stabbed the stick down into his hand and he let out a wail before removing the stick and tossing it away.
While he cursed and yelled and pressed at the blood that was bubbling from his hand, I made another run for it. I had only made it a few steps before I was stopped by a slender hand wrapped around my flailing wrist and it jerked me backwards. Shocked at the smooth skin and fine fingers I felt, I swung around to see who had grabbed me and fell to my knees when I saw Carol's blue eyes staring back at me.
Carol fell to her knees beside me and then pulling me by the wrist she swung my body around so that my back was against her chest, and her left arm was draped over my chest and to my shoulder.
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I sat in Carols secure embrace.
"Thank God Carol! I am so..."
I was cut off when I felt the bite of cold steel pressed to my throat and realised Carol was holding her knife there.
"What are you doing?" I wailed and she pressed the blade in firmer.
Anton was stalking towards me with a sadistic grin on his face, and blood running over his injured hand. He dropped to his knees before me and started tugging at the belt in his pants.
"I missed you girl." He hissed.
"You broke Anton's heart when you left him for Daryl, Beth. You broke his heart and mine." Carol murmured into my ear.
I tried to steady my erratic breath as I watched Anton flick his belt apart and then start unbuttoning his jeans.
"But Anton forgives you and he still wants you, so he's gonna take you now, and you're gonna let him okay?" Carol went on.
"No! That's not okay!" I muttered, while trying to pull at her arm. It wasn't going to give. "Carol, what are you doing, this isn't right." I wanted to struggle and I wanted to run, but her knife was pressed so hard into my throat I thought the slightest move would open me up. So I just moaned uncontrollably, scared that if I screamed the movement would push the knife in deeper.
"Shhh, just be a good girl and let him take you, and you'll be his, and Daryl will be mine, and everything will be the way it's supposed to be." Carol murmured. Then she whispered "This isn't about you repopulating the Earth." Before twitching her head to the side like she was shaking something away. She sounded as if she was talking to herself. If she was talking to me I had no idea what she was saying.
Anton now had his pants around his knees and he was tearing at my jeans. I couldn't even struggle for fear of what Carol would do, so I just let him pull them down and wept helplessly.
"Carol…please…help me." I whispered between sobs.
Carol ignored my pleas and started rocking with me held tight against her chest. I could feel warm wetness running in between our cheeks that were pressed together, and I knew she was crying.
All I could do was cry with her.
I wailed as I felt Anton force his way into me, and felt the steel pierce the skin as my throat bobbed. Anton made a sickening groaning sound into my ear and Carol whimpered into my other ear. I felt furious, helpless, confused, hurt, lost, betrayed and physically ill. Carol stroked along my arm with her left hand and whispered.
"It's okay honey, it's okay."
AN: So yeah...discuss.
I got the locations from Google maps, so I don't know how accurate they are.